Ten.Four Hundred & Eighty-Five

I cave and buy a large coffee from starbucks on my way home. He’s off to get an x-ray of his chest and I have piles and piles of laundry to fold.

Three boxes of books and back issues of Wine Spectator to Half Price Books. She gives me $4 for the lot and seems surprised when I take it. “I’m moving. Anything is better than nothing,” I say with a smile and then put that $4 towards a copy of “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle.”

We use a calculator to figure out how many boxes to order from the movers. I hope this is enough. You don’t realize how much you until you begin to pack it up all over again. And I wasn’t even in this house long enough to accumulate anything.

Rectangles of sun. I could lie here all day.

All of the logistics make my head spin. I keep saying, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

I know what to do.

4 wines, 2 white and 2 red. I guess the first one pretty easily. The second one is a little harder. The 3rd is kind of challenging but I get the 4th pretty quickly because we just had 2 bottles of it the night before. What a fun way to prepare for examinations.

I check the owner’s dashboard again to see if there’s anything else I need to know. There’s nothing. Just the countdown until we close. From that date I subtract one for the day we leave. Then I subtract one more to get to the day the movers arrive. 9 days.